It was you (The Walking dead story)

Chapter 17

{Maggies wedding day yay!}

Maggie had brushed my hair. When I was in my house I remember always having to brush it, and it frustrated me. All these tangles and knots that came out of nowhere, and some hair ripping out every single time you pulled your hair band out.

"Maggie-" I smiled, "thank you."

Maggie smiled and carefully stroked my hair making sure she didn't miss any knots. "There's nothing to thank me for." She answered.

I looked at myself in the mirror. I didn't feel ugly, but I didn't feel like I was the prettiest girl in the world. I knew I didn't need to feel like the prettiest girl in the world- because I knew I wasn't. And there was nothing wrong with that.

I adjusted the dress a little bit more.

"Maggie this is a beautiful dress. When did you get it?" I asked. She looked down- not in a sad way- and sighed. "That old thing. My mom gave it to me on my thirteenth birthday." Her cheeks were quickly wet with tears again.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't of asked."

She slightly shook her head. "It's fine." Wiping her tears, she looked up. "Can you go help Carol downstairs? I am gonna get ready."

"Of course."

I looked down at myself again. I felt stupid for wearing my vans with a dress but they were the only shoes I had. They would have to do.

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Carol laughed at a joke I had said. I grinned at the sound of her laughing. It was short and sweet; kind of like Maggie's but a bit higher in sound.

I helped Carol with everything. Serving, cooking, and placing. Rick had tables placed outside, the ones he used for practice. They weren't dirty, but they weren't exactly high quality.

As I stepped outside, I felt a soft cool wind sweep across my hands, legs and face. It was a nice day. There were bowls set out already, without food. There were only two tables, but that was enough. I watched Carol come outside with a pot in her hands. Some steam filled the air and quickly vanished. It smelled like soup. She placed it on a table and went back inside. I walked towards the table and sat down on the wooden benches that were attached.

Did prisoners have picnics?

Carol came out again with two smaller pots. One was filled with small pieces of chicken and one was filled with rice. "Yum." I told her. "You betcha." She replied and winked. I laughed.

She looked around, and I did too. There were no walkers at all. I looked at her and she looked back; she shrugged and went back inside a little fast. I stood up and went to the tower where I once went up to tell Carl about breakfast.

I opened the door;creak.

I walked inside and I quickly regretted it. A hand covered my mouth and nose, but I could still breathe. "Shhh.." a voice said. "Shhh...."